‘No, not often. Usually I think about something that happened in the past.’ ‘How do you do it? I mean, do you do it in the shower?’ Her voice ...ad lowered a bit like she didn’t want to be overheard. ‘Sometimes,’ I said. ‘Sometimes I do it in the living room, anywhere will do.’ ‘Oh,’ she said breathing harder. ‘Do you ever think of people you haven’t been with?’ ‘Occasionally,’ I said suspecting where she was going with her line of questioning. ‘Have you ever thought of me?’ I smiled to myself. I wanted to cuddle with her, and kiss her, and so much more.We sat in an awkward silence for a few seconds, both of us seemed to be wrapped up in our thoughts. Suddenly, Emma broke the silence."So, now that your here what would you like to do? Do you wanna go out, or stay in it's up to you." "As much as I would love to have you take me on a tour of the area, I am so tired from flying here, so lets just stay in," I replied with a smile. We sat there for a second, just looking at each other. Then. "NO... Tricia... NO PLEASE... OH HONEY... YOU'VE GOT TO UNDERSTAND IT WAS ALL A MISTAKE... A BIG MISTAKE... I... I'VE GOT TO EXPLAIN... !" What can you explain... YOU PERVERT! JUST WHAT IS THERE TO EXPLAIN?" Her body reached the highest point of tension, and suddenly she broke, collapsing in tears against her father, her tears and sobs resounding through the crisp twilight air around them.Automatically, John began to stroke his young daughter's hair in a soothing motion. Just as he had soothed. He withdrew and I felt his head pushing slowly but firmly against my asshole as he grabbed my hips. I pushed back against him and soon felt his head stretch past my sphincter and thrust into my bowels as I moaned loudly. He rocked back and forth slowly and worked a little more of his shaft inside me each time, and I moaned into the sheets when he finally bottomed out. I looked back at him and said, “Use my ass, just fuck it like a cunt, but what you do to me, I do to you.” He nodded and.